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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Nas,
Television,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.