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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
MDC,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.