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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
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.