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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Wire,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.