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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Smog to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.