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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.