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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Faust,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.