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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
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.