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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
X-101,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.