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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.