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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
JFA,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.