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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.