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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
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.