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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Smog,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
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.