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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Scion,
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.