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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
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.