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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Franke,
Smog,
Crime,
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.