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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The Index,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.