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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.