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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.