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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.