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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
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.