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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.