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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
JFA,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
cv313,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.