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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.