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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Slave,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.