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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
The Slits,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.