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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.