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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Moebius,
The Names,
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.