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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
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.