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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
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.