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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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.