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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
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.