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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.