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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Pylon,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.