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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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.