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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.