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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.