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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.