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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.