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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
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.