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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
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.