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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.