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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Organ,
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.