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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.