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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Excepter,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.