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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
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.