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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
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.