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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
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.