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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.