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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.