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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.