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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.