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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.