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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.