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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Robert Görl 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.