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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.