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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.