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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.