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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.