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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
JFA,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
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.