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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.