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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Starr to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
MC5,
Organ,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.