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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.