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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
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.