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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.