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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.