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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.