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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
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.