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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Neu!,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Interpol,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.