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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
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.