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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Echospace,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.