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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
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.