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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.