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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
JFA,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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.