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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.