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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.