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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Swans to the disco 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Liliput,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.