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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.