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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
OOIOO,
The Move,
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.