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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
The Doors,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.