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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
UT,
The Gories,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.