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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.