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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.