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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.