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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
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.