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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Normal to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.