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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.