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 Micronesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
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.