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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.