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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
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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.