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 Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.