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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.