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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.