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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Marmalade,
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.