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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.