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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.