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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.