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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Young Rascals to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.