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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.