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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.