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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.