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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.