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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.