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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.