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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
the Association,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.