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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
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.