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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
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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.