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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
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.