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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.