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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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?
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.