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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
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.