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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.