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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Smog,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.