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 Mexico and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.