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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.