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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Television,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.