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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
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.