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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.