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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.