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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.