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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
cv313,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.