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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.