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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
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.