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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Technova,
Fear,
June Days,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
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.