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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
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.