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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
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.