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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
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.