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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.