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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Can,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.