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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
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.