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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 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 Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.