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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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.