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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.