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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.