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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.