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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
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.