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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Copeland 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.