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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.