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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
The Index,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Scion,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.