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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
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.