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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
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.