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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
10cc,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Wings,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.