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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.