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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.