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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.