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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.