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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Television,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.