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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.