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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
This Heat,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Smog,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
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.