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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Move to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.