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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
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.