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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.