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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.