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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Visage,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.