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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.