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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Kayak,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.