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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Audionom,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.