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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.