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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.