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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.