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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.