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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.