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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.