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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.