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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
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.