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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Fatback Band 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.