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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
UT,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.