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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.