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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.