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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.