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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.