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 Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger 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?
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.