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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.