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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.