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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.