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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
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.