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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Yaz to the funk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.