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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.