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 Albania and from Milan.
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 Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.