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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.