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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.