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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
UT,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
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.