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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.