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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Pagans,
JFA,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
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.