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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.