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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Technova,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.