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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
the Swans,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Technova,
The Remains,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Mars,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.