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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.