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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.