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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.