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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Cure,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.