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 Macedonia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
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.