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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
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.