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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 a snare and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.