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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.