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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
DNA,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.