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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
The Victims,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
The Fall,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Motorama,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
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.