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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.