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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Niagra 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.