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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Qualms,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.