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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Crime,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
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.