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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
DNA,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.