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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
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.