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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.