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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.