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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.