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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
the Human League,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.