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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.