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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.