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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
the Association,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.