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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Nas,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
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.