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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.