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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.