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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
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.