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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.