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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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.