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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.