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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.