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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.