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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Echospace to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Gong,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
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.