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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
X-102,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
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.