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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Neu!,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
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.