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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.