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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.