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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 güiro 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Barracudas,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.