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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.