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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Ossler,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
The Sound,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.