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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
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.