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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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.