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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Wire,
The Saints,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
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.