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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
The Gories,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Index,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.