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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
The Wake,
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.