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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.