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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.