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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.