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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.