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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.