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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.