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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.