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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.