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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.