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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Smog,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.