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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.