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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.