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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.