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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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.