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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.