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 France and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.