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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.