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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.