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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.