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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.