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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.