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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
10cc,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.