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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
The Sound,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.