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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
The Smiths,
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.