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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.