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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Japan to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.