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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
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.