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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.