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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.