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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
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.