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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
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.