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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.