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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.