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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.