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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Motorama,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.