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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
AZ,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
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.