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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.