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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
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.