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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.