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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.