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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.