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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Misunderstood to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.