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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.