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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Can,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.