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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.