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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.