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 Armenia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.