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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.