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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.