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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
X-102,
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.