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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 June Days to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.