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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
X-102,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.