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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.