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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.