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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light 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?
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.