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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.