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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Television,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.