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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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.