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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Magma,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.