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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.