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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.