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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.