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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.