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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.