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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 to the rap 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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?
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.