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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.