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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
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.