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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
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.