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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.