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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.