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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
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.