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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.