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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 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 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.