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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.