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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.