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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
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.