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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.