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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.