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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fortunes to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.