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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
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.