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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.