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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.