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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Blackbyrds 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Faust,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.