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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Wire,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
UT,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.