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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.