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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
X-101,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.