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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
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.