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 Uzbekistan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.