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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Swans to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
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.