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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Franke,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
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.