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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Smog,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.