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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.