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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and an oboe 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.