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 Burundi and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.