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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.