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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.