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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.