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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
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.