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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.