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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.