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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.