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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.