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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
UT,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.