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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Brick,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
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.