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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.