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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
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.