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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
The Names,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.