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 Paraguay 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Hashim to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.