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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.