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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.