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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.