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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
cv313,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.