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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.