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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ronan 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Television,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Outsiders,
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.