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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.