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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.