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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Real Kids to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.