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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.