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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.