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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
World's Most,
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.