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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.