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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
The Motions,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.