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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
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.