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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.