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 Niger 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Darondo,
the Association,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
MDC,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.