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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Can,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
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.