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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.