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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.