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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
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.