Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.