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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.