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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an organ 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.