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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Visage,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
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.