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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.