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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
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.