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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
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.