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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.