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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
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.