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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.