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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.