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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.