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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Organ,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
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.