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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Ronan,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.