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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
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.