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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
The Index,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.