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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
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.