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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.