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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Ronan,
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.