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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
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.