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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.