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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.