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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
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.