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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.