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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.