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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.