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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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.