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 Belarus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fire Engines to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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.