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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
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.