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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.