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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 a marimba and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.