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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.