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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.