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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.