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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.