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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
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.