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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
MC5,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.