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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yaz to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
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.