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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 The Leaves to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.