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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
cv313,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.