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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slackers to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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.