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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.