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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
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.