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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
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.