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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.