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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.