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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.