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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.