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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Faust,
Television,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
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.