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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.