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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
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.