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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.