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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
UT,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.