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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.