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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.