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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.