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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
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.