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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.