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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.