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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Nico,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
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.