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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Urselle,
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.