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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.