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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.