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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.