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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
The Move,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.