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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.