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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.