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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.