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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.