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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
The Monks,
X-101,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.