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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
This Heat,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Qualms,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.