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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.