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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Technova to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.