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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.