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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.