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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Faust,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.