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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.