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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.