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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
the Association,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
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.