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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Slave,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.