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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.