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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.