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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
The Busters,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.