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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.