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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.