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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.