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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.