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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gong,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.