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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
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.