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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
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.