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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.