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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Residents to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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.