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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
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.