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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 a marimba and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.