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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.