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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.