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 Comoros 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.