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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
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.