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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.