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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.