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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.