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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
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.