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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.