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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.