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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.