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 Panama and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.