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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.