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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.