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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.