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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.