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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Fear,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.