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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Smog,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.