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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.