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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Japan to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.