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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.