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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
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.