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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monolake to the dance 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Index,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.