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 Honduras and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Five Americans to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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.