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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
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.