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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
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.