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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
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.