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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.