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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.