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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.