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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.