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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas 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 funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.