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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
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.