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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.