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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.