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 Cambodia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man 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?
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.