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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Can,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.