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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.