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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.