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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.