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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.