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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mandrill 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.