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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Organ,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.