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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.