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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
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.