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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Ten City,
The Monks,
X-102,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.