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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.