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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.