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 Morocco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.