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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
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.