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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.