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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 The Smiths to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.