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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.