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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.