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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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.