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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
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.